The holly bush

The holly bush a sober lump of green
Shines through the leafless shrubs all brown & grey
& smiles at winter be it eer so keen
With all the leafy luxury of May
& O it is delicious when the day
In winters loaded garment keenly blows
& turns her back on sudden falling snows
To go where gravel pathways creep between
Arches of evergreen that scarce let through
A single feather of the driving storm
& in the bitterest day that ever blew
The walk will find some places still & warm
Where dead leaves rustle sweet & give alarm
To little birds that flirt & start away

I will be speaking: 11am Saturday, 28th March 

At the John Clare Cottage in Helpston

to the title, “The Woke John Clare”

#poetry #environment 

#honesty

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